Qin Zhiyou only saw the little sugar figurine trace an arc in the air before it smashed decisively onto the ground, shattering into pieces. The owner of the sugar figurine, a child with a round, plump face, initially looked a bit surprised and pained. Tears welled up in his large eyes, yet he did not cry.
His stubborn expression pierced straight into Qin Zhiyou's heart. Coincidentally, a group of kids playing with roller skates stopped abruptly. The leader squinted at them and, with two fingers, pulled the corners of his eyes to elongate them.
Having lived abroad, Qin Zhiyou knew this gesture was discriminatory, a mockery of the small eyes of East Asians, an insult directed at them.
Even though it was these kids who were in the wrong, they were still yelling triumphantly, their faces smug—Qin Zhiyou couldn't stand it!